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Aw, go write yer tinklin' jingle, an' yer pretty phrases mingle, / Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluffy frill an' shinin' silk. / Them's the sort ter fetch yer trouble, when yer tries 'em, in the double. / Blow yer beauty! Wot's the matter with the maiden 'oo kin milk? / Them there rhymers uv the wattle! An' the bardlet uv the bottle - / 'Im that sings uv sparklin' wine, an' does a perish fer the beer; / An' yer slap-dash 'orsey po-it! Garn! If you blokes only know it, / You 'ave missed the single subjec' fit ter rhyme about down 'ere. / An' although I ain't a bard, with bloomin' bays upon me brow, / I kinsider that it's up ter me ter sing about The Cow.
Cow, Cow - / (Though it ain't a pretty row, / It's a word that 'ipnertises me; I couldn't tell yer 'ow.) / Though I ain't a gifted rhymer, / Nor a blamed Parnassus climber, / I'm inspired ter sing a tune er two about the Blessed Cow.